This past weekend, I became That Guy. The one that interrupts strangers’ conversations…. AKA The Asshole.
That’s totally me.
We were at dinner on Friday night when the topic of breastfeeding came up at the table behind us. Since the tables were very close together, I heard most of the convo. The couple speaking were expecting their first baby and were talking about how often a newborn breastfed. The dad to be seemed concerned about being able to handle it.
I interrupted them and said I couldn’t help but overhearing. I told them I was a lactation educator and there are several places for them to get support. I wrote down the website of a local support group and my name on the back of a “thank you for nursing in public” card [note to self: I need business cards] and passed it along. I let them know that there’s a lot of support out there if they need it and apologized for interrupting their meal.
Both of them (especially the dad) seemed thankful for the information. He said they had just taken a breastfeeding course and were overwhelmed with the information they got, especially since they were first time parents. I told them that’s exactly where my husband and I were 20 months ago. He seemed a bit relieved. I was glad no one told me to mind my own business or threw a drink in my face. More than anything, it made me want to hurry up and become a lactation consultant.
I genuinely hope I didn’t turn them off to breastfeeding. I wasn’t trying to convince the mom to breastfeed her baby (seemed like they had already decided that), but was letting them know that support is available if they need it. They didn’t seem to take it badly. I hope they kept the card. Even if they didn’t, I offered support and didn’t feel like I was being pushy.
What do you think: was I within my limits or did I cross the line?